Lyrics:
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
feel fucking amazing
Been too long I'm forgetting faces
Dangerous
I’m in my oasis
Don’t know where my place is
Locked away in a basement
Tryna make it
observation this ain't for exposure
More like therapeutic closure
It ain't safe! They've got crack fiends, homeless, old folks and disabled
Working with them
the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
I’ve been scheming since I was 12
Dreamin
on the edge of cliff
I breathe in the spirit of your visage
With all that you've given, I'm carved in your image
You make a light of life it's like you're
and every look gives you away a bit more
Suffocated by your silence
It's violent, it's all I've come to know from you, your violence
Steps that lead
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
tried to capture real life in an album
And so that you can see this too
I've included in the song names
A percentage estimate of how many
Way, this is our
Keep it a hundred baby girl you been on my mental
Not trying to fall in love with you it's too experimental
See I been surgical with every word I've
gone too far? Nahh, you’ve made of cancer dawg
And we finna tell mommy if you don’t answer dawg!
Now I remember you complainin’ you didn’t like to stand
handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
the pack Im just looking at the numbers going down I’ve been off track
Couple years since I dropped a track they asking where I’m at
It’s been way too
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
say
It starts to take my breath away
And I don't know if I can stay here
Lately you've been getting way too comfortable
My emotions been telling me not
a circle in fact
Exactly what I've been trying to figure out
Using my head too often
Now I let my heart speak loud
That's what the fuck I'm all about
I can't
Been taking the bus now for the better part of 2 years
And I'd rather not discuss my faults with anybody too near
By the looks of things you're
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
that's the main thing
And now that they've made me, got to cover my ass
And it's too late to save me, I ain't gettin' a pass
So now I'm set on takin' what
with a mill', I got everything in my hand ([?])
I've done everything that I planned, I'm too calculated for calculus (Brrr!)
Got you shaking when you
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
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